Look at her; she has a her library card, her Oliver People’s eyeglasses, and her perfect side-swept hair. She is gamine. She doesn’t even carry a bag, and if she did it’d probably be a briefcase because she means business in her long-line double breasted tweed jacket, and her matching tangerine skirt suit with power shoulders. She even wears shoes that look like Karl Lagerfeld himself brought them back from the 17th century France.
I’d like to be this untouchable smart woman. Not everyone would be into this whole aesthetic, but the Revenge of the Nerds person that still lives inside my body is saying, “Fuck them, tho.” So now I want to browse the internet for vintage Chanel long-line tweed cardigans, which it turns out is very hard to find. So I will file this into the list of One Day possessions I’ll eventually stumble upon and acquire and love forever — even if no one else does.